Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

A few days later, the dim morning light filtered through the carved window lattices into the room, casting a warm spot of light beside the bed.

After a few days of tenderness and affection, in the dim morning light, a warm and ambiguous atmosphere still lingered in the bedroom.

Lu Wensheng slept on the inside. When he was half asleep, the first thing he felt was a lingering soreness all over his body, as if it had been disassembled and reassembled.

He moved subconsciously, his skin sliding across the soft and silky quilt. The touch was delicate, but it also made him more clearly aware of the subtle traces left on various parts of his body from the past few days of intimacy.

Fortunately, Liu Jiqian cleaned him up carefully afterwards and fed him some conditioning pills. The soreness and swelling that had penetrated deep into his bone marrow had mostly subsided, leaving only some softness from overuse.

However, as far as the eye can see, the red plum-like kiss marks dotted on the fair skin and the slightly ambiguous fingerprints on the waist have not completely faded, silently telling the infatuation of the past few days.

His eyelashes trembled as he slowly opened his eyes. Before his vision could fully clear, he was plunged into a deep and gentle golden morning light.

Liu Jiqian had already woken up and was lying on his side, supporting his chin with his hand, staring at him.

His long hair, as white as snow, was not tied up, but casually draped over his shoulders beside the pillow. A few strands of hair even slipped down mischievously, intertwining ambiguously with his ink-black hair.

Those unique golden eyes shone with a soft and bright luster like honey in the morning light, clearly reflecting his confused appearance just after waking up.

Seeing Lu Wensheng wake up, his golden eyes curved slightly, and the corners of his lips showed an extremely gentle arc.

That smile seemed to have gathered all the warmth of the morning light, breaking through the usual calm and gentle appearance, and striking the softest part of people's hearts with unreserved surprise and satisfaction. It was so beautiful that it was breathtaking, and made Lu Wensheng's heart skip a beat involuntarily.

"Awake?" Liu Jiqian's voice was slightly hoarse, unique to the early morning, low and sexy, like the mellowest wine.

Lu Wensheng had not yet fully recovered from his shock, and he only subconsciously uttered a soft "hmm" with a heavy nasal tone.

Liu Jiqian chuckled softly, his laughter was joyful and satisfied.

He stretched out his arms and gently but irresistibly drew the person into his embrace.

Skin touches skin, warmth is transmitted instantly.

Lu Wensheng snuggled up to him obediently, his cheek pressed against his strong and warm chest, and he could hear the steady and powerful heartbeat.

Liu Jiqian lowered his head and first placed a gentle kiss on his smooth forehead with utmost care, like a butterfly landing.

Then, the kiss spread downwards, passing over the trembling eyelids and the tip of the upturned nose, and finally accurately captured the two lips that seemed particularly soft and moist because of just waking up.

At first it was just a gentle rubbing, as if tasting a rare delicacy.

But soon, the kiss deepened, becoming hot and lingering.

Liu Jiqian's tongue tip gently pried open his teeth, penetrated deep inside, and invited his soft tongue to dance with him.

The breaths blended together, carrying each other's unique freshness and warmth, and the ambiguous sound of water sounded subtly in the quiet morning light.

Lu Wensheng was kissed so hard that his whole body became weak and his consciousness became dizzy. He could only passively endure it, but he could not help but respond. His fingertips unconsciously grasped the other's scattered silver hair.

After a long time, until both of them's breathing became a little unstable, Liu Jiqian reluctantly stepped back a little, resting his forehead against Lu Wensheng's, their noses rubbing against each other intimately, exchanging hot breaths.

Lu Wensheng was breathing slightly, his eyes blurred as he swept across the room, and suddenly caught sight of an exquisite gift box placed casually on the table not far away.

He immediately remembered the mysterious and winking smile on Yan Qingmei's face when she handed this thing to him a few days before the wedding. At that time, she just said it was a "small gift to liven up the atmosphere", and he accepted it without thinking too much.

At that time, he was being pestered by Liu Jiqian so much that he just put it aside and forgot about it.

Curiosity was piqued, and having just been treated tenderly, he had a natural and casual demeanor after being pampered. His voice was still slightly hoarse as he lazily called out, "Weiyun, help me get that box."

Liu Jiqian smiled dotingly and replied "Okay".

He stood up nimbly, and the quilt slipped off, revealing his upper body with beautiful lines and well-defined muscles and his broad back.

The morning light outlined his tall and straight figure, his skin was as white as jade, but on that beautiful back muscle, there were several obvious red marks. The marks were fresh, and it was obvious at a glance that they were caused by someone scratching with fingertips.

When Lu Wensheng's eyes fell upon those traces, his ears involuntarily felt slightly warm, but a secret sense of pride and satisfaction quietly spread in his heart, like a dragon that had captured a rare treasure, marking his possessions very thoroughly, and feeling extremely sure of his vision and ownership.

Liu Jiqian was completely unaware of this. He casually picked up the plain white robe that had fallen on the ground last night and put it on loosely without tying it, revealing a large area of ​​his chest.

He walked barefoot on the cool and smooth floor, walked to the table and picked up the gift box, then turned back, sat back on the edge of the bed, and handed the box to Lu Wenzuo.

His gaze was always gently fixed on his Taoist partner. With a bit of curiosity, he watched him take the box and open the lid with his nimble fingertips.

Inside the box was what appeared to be a soft, unusually textured fabric, with faint traces of delicate lace patterns. Before Liu Jiqian could see what it was, Lu Wensheng slammed the lid shut with a bang, as if scalded.

Shockingly fast.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Jiqian saw that Lu Wensheng's cheeks, ears, and even neck were rapidly covered with a layer of crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye, almost bleeding. Even his breathing became a little rapid, his eyes were evasive, and he was filled with shame and anger, completely different from his lazy and docile appearance just now.

This huge reaction made Liu Jiqian even more curious. He moved closer with concern and asked softly, "What's wrong? What's inside?"

"Nothing, nothing!" Lu Wenzuo squeezed out these words almost through gritted teeth, his voice filled with obvious panic and embarrassment. He held the box tightly in his arms, as if it were some kind of monster.

His heart was already in turmoil, and he kept repeating Yan Qingshu countless times - this little yellow girl! How dare she be so bold! She actually sent... such a disgusting and shameful thing!

Lu Wensheng didn't know that Yan Qingshu, whom he had been talking about, couldn't sleep because of this matter.

Will they be able to use it? Can they find it? If they find it, will they be able to use it? I worked overtime to develop this—Yan Qingshu felt itchy.

I thought about it the most at night, and even worried about Liu Jiqian's technical problems. I couldn't help but say that I should have brought him a basic picture album earlier.

Although she didn't know the situation of Lu Wensheng and Liu Jiqian, Yan Qingshu was very good at using her imagination. She had already imagined tens of thousands of words of action drama in her mind, and she was laughing foolishly for several nights.

It's so relaxing to think about this paragraph before going to bed~